CASSIAN
Lake Como wasn't big enough to hold two different ambitions—Vittorio's and mine.
But I fucking wasn't one to step back for anyone.
So I'd sent Vincenzo's head to Vittorio in a box. I thought it'd be enough to remind him who had the fucking real power in this city. But no.
Vittorio had tried to target the casino twice and blow it up; he'd failed miserably both times.
And in the past week, he'd targeted Nico in my absence; he'd failed.
I'd been away in Monaco to handle family business and to check in on progress with my father's health.
Don Dante had a fucking bad relapse, and Lani had been scared as shit.
Women couldn't handle shits like that.
I couldn't handle it either. But being the new Don and my father's successor, I'd had to be there.
Right now, my eyes itched and burned. I'd barely registered a good ten-hour sleep since Lani's call.
